Epic poems and written histories describe the forefathers of Mali as brilliant visionaries, conquering the wilderness and bringing light to the darkness. This was not so. They were a squabbling band of desert nomads that came upon a great river and almost arbitrarily decided to settle down.
In 4000 B.C., Mansa Musa sat by the bank with his tribal chieftans to discuss the site of their first city, Timbuktu. A faction of elders, concerned with tradition and enamored with the desert, argued that the city should be founded on the spot. Mansa Musa rejected this proposal out of hand, for he knew as well as any that the northern wastes would not support life.
Others were more radical, arguing that the lands before them were rotten and filled with disease, and that surely the lands of other Civilizations would be more hospitable. Therefore, the Mali should migrate to these lands and claim their share, by force if need be. Swatting away a river mosquito, Mansa Musa saw wisdom in their words. The Mali, though, were not a warlike people, and they were tired of wandering.
The immortal leader of Mali was troubled, for no option stood out as clearly superior. Finally, more out of sheer aggravation at his own indecision and the bickering of his chieftans than anything else, Mansa Musa pointed to the shore of a nearby lake. "We settle there!"
In those troubled times, Timbuktu was not the shining megalopolis that it is today. It was a rude collection of huts, constantly beset by disease and threatened on all sides by vicious desert beasts.
The young, able-bodied members of the tribe who were eager to prove themselves in battle headed northeast in search of adventure, glory, and loot. They came upon the shore of a great sea, across which other cities could be seen: the rocky peninsula occupied by those who called themselves Romans, and the devout people of Spain.
As they wandered, the braves also found a village of people even more primitive than their own. These people were superstitious and cowardly, but wise in the ways of the land. They taught the explorers the ways of the hunt, and dispersed, never to be seen again:
Millenia passed, and very little changed for the people of Mali. Farms were built to harvest the land's bounty, but the river's pervasive rot spoiled most of the crops. Mansa Musa tried as best he could to encourage his people to breed, for he knew that population was power, but plague was ever his enemy.
Finally, in 2280 B.C., a sinister apothecary arrived at the palace with a dire bargain:
This weighed heavily on Mansa Musa's heart. He loved his people, and he did not take their deaths lightly. After days of deliberation, though, he decided that the future of his people outweighed its present.
Years passed, and the apothecary's drugs made the people's lives more bearable, but plagues still intermittently swept the land. The borders of Mali expanded, and Mansa Musa finally felt as if he could begin to join in the game of nations.
(Woof. I have
never had a start this slow and crappy before. Even with the +2 Health from the Herbalist event and a free tech from a goody hut, it's 1320 B.C. and my second city isn't even properly running yet! I don't know if this start is even salvageable. Should we pretend this never happened and start over?)